So what's been going on chez Jennyta since my self-imposed silence?
Mainly a constant round of work, counselling course, counselling placement, supervision for counselling, plus the usual shopping, housework etc squeezed in as and when. Oh and looking for a teaching job for September.
In fact I have only applied for two so far, neither of which resulted in an interview. There have been other jobs advertised but gone are the days when I will consider a 2 term temporary cover for someone's maternity leave which, in addition to teaching (it's what you're there for, after all), requires the lucky appointee to 'engage in the full life of the school' which means being there 24/7 to run after-school clubs, attend PTA meetings etc and, in one case, to take children on a residential trip. There was also one small village school which I went to visit where the head teacher mentioned most of the above but added 'cleaning the toilets if necessary' to the list.
There are other schools too, which send you a job description and details of the school which, reading between the lines, amounts to:
'Our children regularly swing from the lights and need to be tied down in order to have any chance of learning. How good are your karate skills?'
Shelf-stacking at Tesco's is beginning to look like an attractive option!
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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